Perhaps ancient monkeys who recognized faces looming among the leaves escaped the tigers? Regardless, some primal part of our brains has evolved to seek out patterns. Maybe that's why we're so contentious, since each of us is capable of finding, then defending' our understanding of patterns we discover in everything that swirls about us?
There's a curly willow tree on a pot beside the front door to our home. It's been pruned. On a wintery day, it's leafless and hibernating. Actually it's pretty ugly, and we'll probably replace it come Spring. But each day as I notice it aside the steps I see its tippy top and wonder about this pattern.
Wonder's a good thing, right?